My name is Charles Lawson, and I am a British Artillery Operator. I am one of the guys who loads and discharges the huge Artillery guns. We line up behind all of our trenches and when we get the go, we bombard the other side's trenches with shells left and right. Man, and I thought my old shotgun back home had some kick on it, you should see how bad these things kick. The work it takes to operate the artillery is taxing on your body, but I'm sure glad I'm not up on the front line like some of those other guys. Half of them get mowed down by machine gun fire every time the go over the top and I'm sitting safe back here. I actually get a tent to sleep in, but those guys in trenches live with the rats in holes in the dirt. I love life at war.
Dec. 25, 1914 - War sure is dreary. Day in, day out I'm up in that artillery gun launching shells over at the Germans to make them come over the top. As fun as that might sound, it gets old. Finally it's Christmas, and even though people are sad that they aren't home with their families, we have still managed to have somewhat of a celebration since we have formed a "Christmas Truce". My unit has delegated responsibilities as to who will do what to prepare for the celebration. Some were sent to gather mistletoe, others were delegated to cook the meal of geese among other things that were sent to us from our families. Personally, I don't know why we have mistletoe. My unit is full of men, so it's kinda creepy. I wasn't in charge of that decision, it is my job to cook the geese. Men in my unit gathering Mistletoe Cooking The Geese For Christmas Dinner - That's me on the left overseeing things
Nov. 11, 1918 - Today has arguably been the best day of my life. Tonight at eleven o'clock there was silence. No gun shots, no grenades going off, nobody screaming just before they breathe their last breath. Tonight the fighting has stopped. The Big Three have signed an armistice to stop the fighting. With out the American President Wilson's help, we couldn't have gotten anything accomplished. The Americans are basically the sole reason we came out of the war somewhat alive. Somewhat. Every one of my friends that I've made here have either been injured or wounded. I myself have not been majorly wounded, but did have a touch of the influenza. Now I can go home and start living again.
My name is Charles Lawson, and I am a British Artillery Operator. I am one of the guys who loads and discharges the huge Artillery guns. We line up behind all of our trenches and when we get the go, we bombard the other side's trenches with shells left and right. Man, and I thought my old shotgun back home had some kick on it, you should see how bad these things kick. The work it takes to operate the artillery is taxing on your body, but I'm sure glad I'm not up on the front line like some of those other guys. Half of them get mowed down by machine gun fire every time the go over the top and I'm sitting safe back here. I actually get a tent to sleep in, but those guys in trenches live with the rats in holes in the dirt. I love life at war.
Here is a Picture of me
This is what I operate
Dec. 25, 1914 - War sure is dreary. Day in, day out I'm up in that artillery gun launching shells over at the Germans to make them come over the top. As fun as that might sound, it gets old. Finally it's Christmas, and even though people are sad that they aren't home with their families, we have still managed to have somewhat of a celebration since we have formed a "Christmas Truce". My unit has delegated responsibilities as to who will do what to prepare for the celebration. Some were sent to gather mistletoe, others were delegated to cook the meal of geese among other things that were sent to us from our families. Personally, I don't know why we have mistletoe. My unit is full of men, so it's kinda creepy. I wasn't in charge of that decision, it is my job to cook the geese.
Men in my unit gathering Mistletoe
Cooking The Geese For Christmas Dinner - That's me on the left overseeing things
Nov. 11, 1918 - Today has arguably been the best day of my life. Tonight at eleven o'clock there was silence. No gun shots, no grenades going off, nobody screaming just before they breathe their last breath. Tonight the fighting has stopped. The Big Three have signed an armistice to stop the fighting. With out the American President Wilson's help, we couldn't have gotten anything accomplished. The Americans are basically the sole reason we came out of the war somewhat alive. Somewhat. Every one of my friends that I've made here have either been injured or wounded. I myself have not been majorly wounded, but did have a touch of the influenza. Now I can go home and start living again.